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Mary the old motorhome

Mary the old motorhome

Amanda’s green, mean motorhome is her pride and joy.. mind you she has pulled it to pieces so manys time...

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LOVING STRANGERS

ME HOLDING THE SHADOWS CLAW

Such loving strangers we have become
dangling on that first dew
stranded as the lost...

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SUN VE NURSING HOME (FACT...

Fact or fiction I will let the reader decide
Written about a nursing home in Merseyside
Sun...

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A BOY OF SIX

Playing outdoors is how he got his fix
Only right and proper for a boy of six
Making mud...

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Times of Old

By Magic Bellmore, Queen of Chaos

Times of Old

Memories flowing like water over my dreaming mind,
Echoes of laughter and cries of joy from years...

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My sad old tree

My sad old tree

“Sshh” I am listening to the whispers thru the wuthering leaves
“Can you not hear it ?”
Such...

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She gives so much..

Song

She gives so much..

Lonely in her world of lovelessness
she lies awake at night
thinking of how she could escape...

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2 old men

2 old men

They didn't meet often
I always remember them with a smile
Just 2 old men .
European...

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A pain in the neck

A pain in the neck

I have a pain in the neck that is driving me mad
It hurts like heck coz it is very bad
...

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AYE....

Aye...
Let the young ones
Have it...

Let them play around
With hearts......

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The Meandering Mendicant

The Meandering Mendicant

I’ve experienced three decades of decadence, I worried not what lay ahead;
Living just for that...

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Grumpy Old Man

"Grumpy old man,"
The young man said.
"Indeed you are very wise!
Though your lines on...

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The big 60 makes a...

The big 60 makes a difference you know

Yesterday as planned I was Xmas shopping with my eldest daughter.. coz she likes to pick her own presents...

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My old Cuckoo clock

My old Cuckoo clock

The hands of my clock ticks a second at a time, as they strike every quarter the bells will chime..my...

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Free Falling

Free Falling

I free fall into the abyss of life
Down and down I spiral, entering the darkest caverns of my Soul...

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~ BLACK CAT ~

~ BLACK CAT ~

" Omniscience flows into the intellect, and makes what we call genius."
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)...

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1940s WEEKEND

Both sexes dressed in immaculate attire
So much to see and greatly admire
Going back in time...